Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.